Threat

The saber shattered the firmament, and the river of stars was extinguished!

Yang Qingyun simply couldn't imagine what level of power possessed such terrifying might!

In the face of such a saber strike, Even the Grandmasters, who stood high above the Seven Nations' martial arts world and walked among mortals, likely wouldn't possess even a billionth of this power!

It was even a step above the might of the war that had led to his own demise in his previous life, a war that had affected a vast expanse of ten thousand miles!

"Who is the owner of that saber, and who were they fighting? With such blade light that tore through the sky, what kind of terrifying existence could shatter it with a single blow?"

Countless thoughts flashed through Yang Qingyun's mind.

He took several deep breaths, finally managing to suppress the tremor in his heart.

Although he had been reborn thirty years in the past, in the face of the vast world, he had been nothing more than an insignificant ant in his previous life.

His footsteps had never even ventured beyond the Seven Nations' martial arts world, a mere corner of this world.

The era of Spiritual Qi Resurgence, the celestial gods and divine beings in the nine heavens, the unimaginably powerful Martial Path experts—all of these had little to do with him.

"Spiritual Qi Resurgence, the invasion of the Xuantian Realm, the war between immortals and gods... I wonder if that battle has anything to do with the resurgence of spiritual qi in the world, or perhaps, the invasion of the Xuantian Realm has already begun, and the martial arts powerhouses at the pinnacle of this world are currently locked in a fierce battle with the mighty beings of the Xuantian Realm?"

Yang Qingyun raised his head, his gaze fixed on the endless starry sky above, his eyes profound.

His thoughts seemed to transcend heaven and earth, reaching the terrifying battlefield where the afterimages of blade light had appeared.

"Even though I've returned reborn and laid a solid foundation, I'm still a long way from the pinnacle of that cultivation path..."

Yang Qingyun sighed deeply.

In recent days, by repeatedly succeeding in challenging opponents above his level with his Entering the Realm martial arts cultivation, never having encountered a match, he had actually developed a bit of pride.

But at this very moment, All of it had completely vanished.

No matter how many times you challenge those above your level, no matter how much you dominate, even if you reach the peak of your previous life, You are ultimately just a king in a small puddle.

In the vast, boundless ocean, before those who stand at the pinnacle of the cultivation path, a single breath from them could extinguish you thousands or tens of thousands of times over!

There was nothing to be proud of.

Yang Qingyun exhaled and took out a silk cloth, about a foot long, from his embrace, wrapping up the fragments before him.

The moment it was covered, The previously tangible sharpness on the black fragment dissipated.

This undoubtedly made Yang Qingyun breathe a sigh of relief.

"This fragment has been lying here for several years, yet it still carries a sharpness that prevents one from looking directly at it. This is the will and aura of the Blade Path of the owner of that saber. If I take it back and study it often, it will undoubtedly bring great benefits to my Blade Path!"

Yang Qingyun thought to himself.

The blade light that had previously shattered the heavens had undoubtedly left a deep impression on Yang Qingyun.

He could feel that the blade intent he had "hidden" in his heart had been somewhat dulled and smoothed out under that boundless sharpness.

This had subtly improved his comprehension of his future path in the Blade Path.

Yang Qingyun believed that

As long as he returned and studied the Blade Path will preserved on this remnant for a period, his comprehension of the Blade Path would surely reach a new level!

After carefully storing the wrapped fragment, Yang Qingyun continued to dig downwards.

Soon, he unearthed several fist-sized stones, all gray and white, with what appeared to be some rounded jade-like substance inside.

"These should be spirit stones, but after several years, the spiritual qi within has dissipated."

"What a shame."

Yang Qingyun shook his head slightly.

These spirit stones had likely been brought along when the fragment fell.

It was a pity that after enduring the ravages of the nine heavens' gale and remaining here for several years, the spiritual qi within had long since dispersed.

However, perhaps it was precisely because of this that

A Spirit Ginseng had been born here, and the Jade Bamboo Dragon had grown.

Yang Qingyun continued to search the surroundings carefully.

After confirming that he had no other gains, he prepared to take away the corpse of the black leopard demonic beast on the ground.

In the sky, A powerful voice, tinged with a hint of smugness, came from beyond the dense fog, enveloping the entire valley:

"You inside, your two subordinates have fallen into Zhao's hands. I'll count to ten. If you don't show yourself, don't blame this Foreman for being ruthless!"

The powerful voice echoed throughout the valley. The speaker had clearly used his Blood Essence power to shout.

Yang Qingyun's expression shifted slightly.

He suddenly remembered something.

"Six Doors."

With a grim face, he put away the spoils of his trip. His figure flickered a few times, and in the span of fifteen minutes, he had reached the outskirts of the Misty Mountain Valley.

However, Yang Qingyun didn't go out immediately. He stopped in his tracks.

Using the dense fog and trees for cover, he stood in the shadows, observing the situation outside.

Through the thick fog, Yang Qingyun could vaguely see seven figures gathered outside.

The leader was dressed in a brocade uniform, with a square face. He should be Foreman Zhao from the voice he heard.

Behind him, the father and son Wang Zhu and Wang Xiaoshi could be vaguely seen, along with a hunter-like villager. They were all kneeling on the ground, with sabers held to their necks.

Three people in constabulary uniforms were holding sabers to their necks.

"Three, two, one. Not coming out, huh? Fine, attack. Kill one first!"

Foreman Zhao, the leader, planted his long saber on the ground and counted casually. Seeing no one appear from the dense forest ahead, he gestured to one of his subordinates.

The subordinate constable nodded, raised his saber, and was about to hack at the neck of the mountain villager kneeling on the ground.

However, At that very instant, A stone shot through the air and struck the falling saber with a clang, deflecting its blade.

Yang Qingyun's figure, Slowly emerged from the Misty Mountain Valley.

"Young Master Yang!"

Upon seeing Yang Qingyun appear, Wang Zhu and Wang Xiaoshi, who were kneeling on the ground, showed surprise on their faces. But soon, the surprise on Wang Zhu's face turned into deep shame.

"Young Master, we were tricked and fell into their trap."

Wang Zhu lowered his head, looking ashamed, not daring to look at Yang Qingyun.

"I thought it was some big fish, but it turns out to be just a small fry."

"Heh, although I, Zhao Qing, have been suppressed by those scoundrels, I've been a foreman in the Six Doors for ten years. How dare a mere peasant try to spy on me? Are you trying to make a joke of this?"

Zhao Qing sneered, looking at Yang Qingyun with a face full of mockery.

In fact, after entering the village, he had noticed at a glance that Wang Zhu and Green Stone Village were out of place. But he hadn't shown it at the time.

Later, when Wang Zhu started monitoring him, he became even more certain that something was fishy.

However, with the intention of casting a long line to catch a big fish, Zhao Qing acted as if everything was normal and made no move.

Only when he confirmed that the person behind Wang Zhu had appeared, Did he launch his decisive move!

"Kid, you have a lot of nerve to dare spy on people from the Six Doors!"

"Hand over whatever you took from inside, or don't blame me for being impolite!"